This is me in 'funk story rant' mode. Guitars by Damien Taylor

I've had this song kicking around for ages. I wrote it for a songwriting competition in 2001 and never managed to get a decent recording of it till now. Due to it's subject matter I couldn't just let it go, you'll see why. The vocals were done…

Free Jazz!! This is my answer to anyone who wanted to play death metal just to annoy their parents. Try this one at top volume you rebels!! (this appears on all the printed cd's as the special hidden track, 42 seconds after 'Remember This' finishes…

Another two doodads stuck together. apps: Bebot Soundpond

a haunting drone written for a special someone...

light piano...drone...then i allowed the drums to take over the song...

in which our heroes make a song which sounds uber cool

starts with a loud roar. otherwise instrumental

swiggitty. one of these instruments is over 300 years old. gong bowl.

I hope the emotional content will outweigh the technical deficiencies... this is the sound of me singing with a broken heart and a killer sinus infection. I guess this one is 8 or 9 years old by now; another one from the trunk-full of songs that…

one of my more experimental pieces...

The sweet little girl I can't seem to get Out of the back of my mind Isn't quite sure what she's looking for yet And I worry about what she'll find Working so hard looking out for herself I know there are times all alone She's always had…

Sometimes the most profound statements come out of the mouths of babes.

Wrote it over a decade ago, rewrote it five years ago, recorded it last year with the help of little sis Karen. "I'm not supposed to be down south. Take me north."

The song that really kicked off this second album of 2009. "In time all the stars will fade away Our kind won't get to see it anyway No shine, just endless black between the gray I won't be going out in that way"

I used to cross over railway tracks on my way to the ballfield in college, and though I never knew why, I was always tempted to just start following them.

To get ready for every baseball season, my father used to pitch tennis balls to me in the backyard. He had invented a pitch that defied the laws of physics. To this day, I have no idea how he threw it. The damn thing would spin like crazy like…

"There are still some tribes that will forever hold You give a picture of your eyes, you give away your soul."

Another old song that got a little country twang when it became obvious that the horn section wouldn't be showing up on my doorstep any time soon. "You fools don't know what's going on inside her head"